I've said it before, language is soo scary! Just think about how amazingly easy it is for us to create a parallell reality just by twisting the words a little bit. How often isn't what you said really what you ment? Or your typing gets ahead of you and the simple clear meaning you wanted to postulate has grown and become it's own entity, autonom outside of your mind.
Where are we really? I guess perhaps humans are just blubs (/souls) walking around in shells of so called identity - stuff we really can't control. But we believe we can, and in fact, our efforts to try and control and shape our identity encreases the gap between who we are and who we think we are. We are never what (who) we think we are. We are hardly what other people think we are either. We are lost blubs deep down covered in a shell of believed humanity. Though the real human is what we are when we are asleep. Then we give our selves totally to our nature.
The real us is beyond words, of course, we all know this. Still, we are so willingly reducing ourselves and others by trying to frame ourselves in a nice square or in a looped sequence of concepts - words. This way of excluding and specifying qualities, abilities, feelings and so on enables us to reach a reduced and sensored understanding of our selves - an understanding we actually can grasp and accept. Hence we all believe sometimes to be the king of the world. The concept of a full authentic human being beyond words and culture is far to complex for us to understand.
Conclusion: We are so trapped. By our own language. And our own nature. This is of course why and how we are humans. Perhaps we should celebrate rather than distress. Don't worry be happy. And so on....
Where are we really? I guess perhaps humans are just blubs (/souls) walking around in shells of so called identity - stuff we really can't control. But we believe we can, and in fact, our efforts to try and control and shape our identity encreases the gap between who we are and who we think we are. We are never what (who) we think we are. We are hardly what other people think we are either. We are lost blubs deep down covered in a shell of believed humanity. Though the real human is what we are when we are asleep. Then we give our selves totally to our nature.
The real us is beyond words, of course, we all know this. Still, we are so willingly reducing ourselves and others by trying to frame ourselves in a nice square or in a looped sequence of concepts - words. This way of excluding and specifying qualities, abilities, feelings and so on enables us to reach a reduced and sensored understanding of our selves - an understanding we actually can grasp and accept. Hence we all believe sometimes to be the king of the world. The concept of a full authentic human being beyond words and culture is far to complex for us to understand.
Conclusion: We are so trapped. By our own language. And our own nature. This is of course why and how we are humans. Perhaps we should celebrate rather than distress. Don't worry be happy. And so on....
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